Because it’s Friday, and because we need a little fun on Fridays, and because Hobbit Day was this week–and because it is more than just a little ridiculous–I thought this would be a perfect piece for this week’s Feature Friday. I love what Improv Everywhere does. Here’s a bit of it, with apologies to Sir Ian McKellan, Peter Jackson, J.R.R. Tolkien, and people of any real taste.
It is with great sadness that I announce the release of Women and C.S. Lewis by Carolyn Curtis and Mary Pomroy Key.
A clean, diverse, and full collection of papers by established and emerging scholars, poets, and writers, this collection is very depressing. It says many of the things that I have wanted to say, but haven’t yet gotten to writing down.
Even worse, in my quick scan, some of them are better than what I would have done.
I’m sure there are many problematic and horrifying arguments in the diverse collection of essays, but even that saddens me. What better than to have clear disagreement between the authors that find themselves on pages back-to-back?
Oh well. There is no sense worrying about why bad book announcements happen to good scholars. I’ll return, with tears, to my dusty tomes. This book will look down from its shelf at me, reeking of the disdain of its sheer good-ideaness.
Book Description from Amazon
Sexism in Narnia? Or Screwtape? Or among the Inklings? Critics have labelled C.S. Lewis a sexist, even a misogynist. Did the life and writing of the hugely popular British author and professor betray attitudes that today are unacceptable, even deplorable?
The younger Lewis was criticized for a mysterious living arrangement with a woman, but his later marriage to an American poet, Joy Davidman, became a celebrated love story. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien formed a legendary literary group, the Inklings – but without women.
Women and C.S. Lewis features academics and writers who come together to investigate the accusations: Alister McGrath, Randy Alcorn, Monika Hilder, Holly Ordway, Don W. King, Kathy Keller, Colin Duriez, Crystal Hurd, Jeanette Sears, David C. Downing, Michael Ward, Devin Brown, Malcolm Guite, Joy Jordan-Lake, Steven Elmore, Andrew Lazo, Mary Poplin, Christin Ditchfield, Lyle W. Dorsett, Paul McCusker, Crystal Downing, Kasey Macsenti, Brett McCracken, John Stonestreet, Kelly Belmonte, Brad Davis. Women and C.S. Lewis provides broad and satisfying answers. Editors are Carolyn Curtis, veteran journalist and book author; Mary Pomroy Key, Director, C.S. Lewis Study Center, Northfield, Massachusetts.
Behind every blogger is a number of other bloggers–many of whom desire to tell stories and see them go off into the world. Here is an intriguing little story contest. Enjoy!
For today’s Friday Feature, I wanted to share this fun little blog on Elves and Faeries by writer and friend of A Pilgrim in Narnia, L.A. Smith.
I’ve blogged before about C.S. Lewis’ faerie lecture in The Discarded Image, and guest blogger Prof. J. Aleksandr Wootton has shared his great resource list. This post takes the conversation both global and to the point of what writers can do today.
Here’s the new link to this file: click here.
Since a number of 3 Day Novel Contestants are posting their first chapters–for example, you can check out the Ekphrasis artist collective here–I thought I would post mine for Work-in-Progress Wednesday. You can read about my older 3 Day Novel Contest experience here, or check out my full 3DNC autopsy in Monday’s post, “A 3 Day Novel Contest Post-Mortem,” where I think about my 7th time setting a weekend aside to write an entire novel.
I have also posted before on other projects, such as what began as A Myth of Sisyphus but is now Wish for a Stone. I’ve got a hankering to rework this piece. And my earlier MG humour novel, Hildamay Humphrey’s Incredibly Boring Life–see a bit of it here–is being shopped around to agents.
This year I wrote a Middle Grade novel, a humorous story about an alien race that seeks to conquer Earth to steal our refrigeration technology so they can make banana splits. When they get to Earth, they slowly realize that they are actually very tiny—just three or four inches tall. And it turns out that you need to know math if you want to colonize other worlds. Conquering Earth is going to be harder than they thought. Based on a facebook survey, I have named the book, Pants are Evil, and Other Lessons from Outer Space.
The little selection here is a prologue I wrote about halfway through the novel. I have an alien race attacking Earth, but we don’t get to Earth until the sixth chapter. It is a long time to wait for our world and its characters. This prologue is meant to tease the reader and root them, literarily, on Earth.
Thanks for reading,
Brenton
Pants are Evil, and Other Lessons from Outer Space
A Prologue in the Park
Young Saralee Pickforth was enjoying her visit to the nation’s capital with her family. She was especially enjoying her ice cream cone. The ice cream was melting in the warm summer sun. The melted treat was running freely now, forming a pinkish-brownish paste that glued her fingers to the base of the cone. Her tongue was stuck out and her hand was halfway to bringing the ice cream cone to her mouth for a new lick when it happened.
Saralee froze in place as she watched a boy with glasses and many layers of clothing running like mad through the park. He was being chased by four older boys with devilish smiles on their faces. Saralee watched as a small man the color of cabbage climbed onto the running boy’s shoulder. He was about the size of a parakeet. The little man pulled out a tiny hair dryer very much like the one Saralee had in her dollhouse, though this one was green. The man raised the hair dryer and a stream of bright light hit the sidewalk just behind them. With a cracking noise a hole the size of her trampoline suddenly appeared in the sidewalk. The four older boys tumbled into the hole and disappeared.
That was when the running boy yelled back over his shoulder:
“Sorry! I don’t have time to get beat up today. I’m trying to save the world!”
And then the boy was gone.
Young Ms. Pickforth blinked. She brought the ice cream cone to her mouth and took a big lick. Then she looked up at her parents as they were looking at their map. She then looked to the other side of the park. Suddenly she shrieked:
“Daddy! Look! A puppy!”
